Jeff - All Eyes On Me 2
By Chess1972
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Monday
Chapter
1
By the
time we were all gathered for breakfast before school, the girls
had figured out that I knew about Chuck putting on his strip shows.
With that
in the open, they felt free to mount a full court press to get us
(mainly me)
to do one for them that evening. There was pleading: “please, Please.
Puhleeeeeazzz”. ( I’ve discovered that teenage girls think repeating
things
three times works much better than simply once.) There was flattery: “
It would
be so cool!” “ We think you would be as hot as the dancers on the
videos.” “I
bet you have the best body of any boy our age in school.” There were
challenges: “Linda doesn’t believe you’re as brave as Chuck was.” There
was
logic: “It would be so educational for girls our age to see a variety
of body
types up close.” They also made many promises to keep it a secret: “
Cross our
hearts …”.
I found
it all kind of amusing and wasn’t really used to this kind of
attention. Finally, I just said that I would probably just go along
with
whatever Chuck wanted to do. I think I pretty much knew that I was kind
of
sealing my fate. Chuck needed the money for his preorder. The girls
knew this
and immediately went to work on Chuck. Since Gram had already gone out,
no one
knew whether any prize was really on offer so the discussion was
postponed
until after school.
Before
we left, Chuck’s Mom took me aside for a little one on one
discussion again. She asked me if the girls were overdoing it. I told
her it
was fine, that I just wasn’t used to all of the attention. She said she
could
shut them down, but did not intend to unless I asked her to. She said
“I’m
going to be honest with you and tell you that I’m letting them continue
because
I hope they succeed”. That surprised me. She gave me several reasons.
She had
always believed that little boys didn’t need to be so modest. Even
though I
wasn’t really “little”, the idea still applied. She thought Chuck was
too
modest and knew he had only done his strip because of the money and
because he
knew his family would not be mean to him. She said that she wanted
Chuck to see
another boy entertain some females by exposing his body and enjoy the
experience.
The
second reason was that it would make the girls so happy. She told me
how the girls were eager to get a thorough examination of the body of a
boy
their own age. They were really excited about the possibility of seeing
me
instead of Chuck because I was new, I wasn’t related (thus no “ick”
factor),
and I had a hotter body. She said “ I love my son to death, but let’s
face it
you have a body that any female would enjoy looking at ”. She said that
she
also hoped the girls succeeded in convincing me because she herself
would enjoy
a really good look at my body. The male body fascinated her and she
rarely got
the opportunity to closely examine one, especially a young one, without
feeling
self conscious. She would never do anything to try and make me, but the
thought
of me dancing in front of them in my underwear made her smile. I was
impressed
with her honesty. Her interest didn’t seem sexual or creepy but more
like
appreciating an attractive object in its natural state. She obviously
wanted to
make this happen for the girls and assured me again that she could keep
this
completely within the family unless I said otherwise.
She
concluded by stating that while I might find this idea embarrassing,
it really shouldn’t be. She had dropped into one of our swim meets once
and,
while she didn’t get a close look, it seemed that our swim suits were
more
revealing than underwear and yet we were easily talking with friends
and family
without any false modesty. She said that she was sure this could be a
win-win. All
the women and girls would enjoy the performance and, after I got past
the
embarrassment, I would really enjoy the attention. She guaranteed that
she
would keep it positive and there would be no humiliation.
I told
her that I had never really danced much and she said “Sweetie, if
your clothes come off, none of us will care much about your dancing”. I
repeated that I would probably do whatever Chuck chose and she just
smiled. I
think she knew how that would all work out.
At
school that day, I didn’t talk to Chuck about it, but I thought a lot
about it as I went through my day. By the time, we went home I already
knew
that I wanted this to happen. I’ll come back to the reasons later, but
let’s
finish how it came to be. Gram arrived at the same time and the girls
immediately were on her to offer a prize for us stripping, even
offering to
contribute. Gram said that that was not necessary and said she would
certainly
offer the prize and was looking forward to the show. I knew Chuck
needed the
money but he was hesitating. I began to think that he was embarrassed
to do the
strip in front of me. I really thought I was being subtle when I pushed
him a
bit by declaring that I would never take Gram’s money since I was a
guest and
that she should give my share to Chuck if he decided to do it. I knew
that a
double prize would give Chuck the money he needed for his preorder.
Well,
that was about as subtle as a nuclear weapon. I saw Chuck’s Mom
get a big grin on her face. She knew I had essentially just volunteered
to
strip for them. Even the girls seemed to understand that Chuck would
never pass
that up. So it was settled. After watching a few videos tonight, Chuck
and I
would be stripping down to our underpants in front of the assembled
females of
the family. The girls were bouncing around the room. “I can’t wait, I
can’t
wait, I can’t wait.” (again three times is better.) Fortunately, I had
to go
out to a meeting so I was spared a lot of squealing and giggling.
Chapter
2
So, why
did I agree to do this, something I would have never considered
just a day ago? I guess you can tell that I’m a self aware kind of guy.
I do
spend time trying to understand what motivates me and why certain
events affect
me in certain ways. Perhaps it is the psych training we get when
preparing to
compete. First, I sincerely wanted to make these people happy. Beyond
the
desire to please these women and give them what they want, I also
considered
this a kind of experiment to further explore a few things I had been
thinking
about.
The
first was related to something Chuck’s Mom had said. I had recently
been wondering why I could interact with people wearing a revealing
swim suit
without being self conscious, but would have been embarrassed to be
seen
wearing something less revealing just because it was called underwear.
We
rarely wore speedo type suits any more but the competition suits we
wore were
very tight and form fitting especially when wet. All the boys had
prominent
bulges which were on display to the world.
I guess
this is as good a place as any to talk about my bulge or my
genitalia. I had grown a lot down there during puberty and was
confident that I
was pretty well built for my age. Hanging soft, my dick was at least 3
inches
long and perhaps a bit more. There were guys in the locker room who
were longer
but not very many and none that were thicker. Of course, I have no idea
what
they look like hard, but I was above average for 13. What really stood
out
though were my balls. Since I started producing semen, they seemed to
grow
quite large. They really hung down most of the time and when they were
drawn
up, my scrotum was a pretty big pouch which lifted my dick up and out
even
soft. When wearing a tight suit, that whole package was lifted and
shoved
forward. Even when things shrunk up a bit in the pool, it was a very
noticeable
bulge.
I know
even my mother and sister noticed. I’m sure many others did as
well. Tanya had even made a couple jokes when my mother was not around.
Both
girls then giggled about it. So, that was my question to myself. Every
week, I
stood and talked to family and friends with this bulge displayed in my
wet suit
after a swim meet without a second thought. However, if those same
friends had
come to my house and surprised me in the kitchen wearing my boxers
while
getting a drink, I would have turned red and took off for my room. Why
was that
since my boxers were much less revealing? Chuck’s family was already
making
plans to attend my swim competition this weekend. They would all get a
good up
close look at me in my tight, wet swim suit. So, what difference would
stripping
down to my underwear make? I normally wore boxer briefs which were form
fitting
and showed my bulge but less so than my swim suit. I also had a backup
plan. If
I panicked at the last minute, I would just go up to the room and
switch to the
boxers which I brought to sleep in. No one, but Chuck would know and
those
boxers were not very revealing at all. So, the experiment would be
whether I
could get past the embarrassment of being in my underwear in front of
the girls
by just convincing myself that it was no worse than a swim suit.
To
understand the other experiment, I have to tell you a story. A month
or so ago, we had a swim meet against one of our big rivals. For some
reason,
their team was weaker than usual so we kicked their butts. We spent a
long time
on the pool deck celebrating with friends and families, posing for
photos,
shoving each other in the pool, etc. I remembered that I needed to ask
my
Mother a question. I spotted her with a group of 4 or 5 ladies that I
recognized as being on various committees with her. She spotted me at
the same
time and waved me over. They all congratulated me and asked a few
polite
questions about school etc. Normally, I would just wait for a polite
opportunity to thank them and leave, but I needed to find a chance to
get my
Mother aside so I could ask her something. So, I stayed with the group.
Eventually,
I noticed that one of the women had dropped back a bit from
the group and I noticed that she was staring directly at my groin. From
time to
time, she would scan the faces to make sure no one was noticing, then
her gaze
returned to my bulge. I had noticed earlier in the locker room that you
could
make out the outline of my penis within the bulge if you saw it from
the right
angle.
At
first, I was sort of creeped out. I mean this was a woman in her 50s.
I could not remember her name but was sure that she had been on a
church
committee with my Mom. If I remembered correctly, her children were
grown and
she had a husband in ill health. But right now, she was fascinated by
what was
protruding from my groin. I thought about moving or turning somehow to
block
her view. I even considered staring right at her so she would know she
was
busted. Instead, for some reason, I found myself turning slightly to
give her
the best, the most detailed view of my dick.
I don’t
know why. For some reason, this attention from a woman that I
was not remotely attracted to was starting to excite me. I didn’t get
hard or
anything, but I was definitely feeling a tingle down there. When I
turned, her
eyes darted up to my face but I seemed completely engrossed in the
group’s
conversation. Her gaze returned to my package and, if anything, grew
more
intense. It was like she was trying for x-ray vision to see through the
material. After probably only a couple minutes, although it seemed
longer, she
seemed to snap out of it and quietly moved to where she could not see
me below
the waist. I was able to politely interject my question to my Mother
and the
incident was over.
What
was weird was that I continue to occasionally have fantasies about
this while jerking off. I fantasize that this woman, whom I am not
sexually
attracted to at all somehow manages to get into the locker room or my
home and
watches me remove the swimsuit and reveal the parts that she was so
interested
in. Why did that turn me on? That was the other experiment. Would
stripping to
my underwear in front of women and girls that I did find attractive
give me
even more fantasies?
When I
returned, I again helped Chuck’s Mom and Aunt Ev in the kitchen. They
said I was being quiet and asked if I was nervous. I said that
sometimes I
wanted to hide out in Chuck’s room and skip the whole thing and
sometimes I
just wanted to take my pants off and get it over with. Aunt Ev said
that she
hoped I did neither. She didn’t want me to back out as that would
really
disappoint her and the girls. She also hoped that I wouldn’t be in too
big a
hurry. The anticipation was a big part of the fun.
Chuck’s
Mom said that even though the girls would be eager and be
yelling “Take it off”, they all would all enjoy it more if we stretched
it out
and teased them a bit. She said that teasing is fun if you know that
eventually
you’re going to get what you want. She then said that perhaps she
should direct
the performance. Even though everyone would be yelling and cheering, we
could
just listen to her and she would tell me where to stand, when to dance
or move,
when to turn and when to tease or take something off. I thought that
that was
an excellent idea and asked her to do that. I could just concentrate on
her
directions and not pay attention to what was happening.
The
only other odd thing that happened before dinner were some more
teasing remarks from the girls to Chuck. “Are you going to go for a
bonus?” “We
hope you do, only not so quick this time.” So, once again, I am
browbeating
Chuck for an explanation. It seems that the last time he danced he
needed a
little more money than Gram had offered for his prize so: “I sort of
flashed
them”. What???!!! He pulled his underpants down in back to expose his
butt “just
for a couple seconds” and then pulled them down in front just to the
base of
his dick. He said that he probably wouldn’t this time because I was
there and
he thought he had enough money from the double prize. Good.
So by
dinnertime. I was a little nervous but feeling ok about the whole
thing. Chuck’s Mom as going to tell me exactly what to do and I had my
mantra
of “It’s no worse than a swim suit”. I was pretty confident that I
could go
through with it with minimal embarrassment, make everyone happy, and
learn
something about myself via my experiments. It was really going to be ok.
Then it
all went to shit.
Chapter
3
It all
started with Claire. During dinner, Chuck’s Mom made sure the
conversation centered on other topics. But by dessert, she had given in
to the
growing excitement of the girls and let them talk about the upcoming
strip
show. Claire then launched into her wish that we had g-strings like the
dancers
in the videos. Linda gave me a big teasing smile and said that she
would love
to see me dancing in just a little pouch like that. Even the adults
were
grinning at that image. I just smiled and let them ramble on while
Chuck was finishing
my dessert and his grandmother’s.
“I wish
I had known that they were going to dance,” Claire said, “I bet
we could have found g-strings online we could order.” Chuck’s Mom
pointed out
that there wasn’t time for that now. Only during the first few days of
the
week, would everybody be together for a show like this. Later in the
week,
there were too many evening activities and meetings planned. Thank
goodness for
that!
Then
Chuck’s Mom blew away my confidence and security. “You know” she
said, “I’ve been trying to keep up with all the extra laundry we have
with the
extra people this week”. “This afternoon after school, I asked the boys
for
their gym clothes to add to the wash. As I was moving the load to the
dryer, it
occurred to me that the athletic supporters you boys wear are something
like
g-strings.”
Thank
you, Coach Warner. Coach Warner was about 100 years old and had
taught PE at our school for 90 years or so. An exaggeration I’m sure,
but not a
large one. He cared little about physical education and only seemed to
care
that you didn’t fight in the locker room, didn’t talk back to him, and
showed
up on time and in the correct uniform. The PE uniform consisted of:
athletic
shoes with white sweat socks, school t-shirt, matching gym shorts
(short wide
leg, elastic waist, no fly), and a jock strap. Failure to comply earned
you PE
during summer school.
Linda
had never actually seen a jock so Claire raced into the laundry
room and returned with Chuck’s. The waist band and straps were
obviously
different than a g-string but the similarity was apparent. Wearing one,
left
80% or so of your butt bare. The pouch was made of thin mesh-like
material that
obviously would be quite revealing when filled. It also seemed that
none of the
women, even the adults, had seen a male wearing a jock.
While I
sat there stunned, the conversation bounced around the table,
the females got more and more excited, and somehow it was decided:
Instead of
stripping from street clothes to underpants, we would be stripping out
of out
PE uniforms to our jocks. How did this happen? I also remembered that
my jock
was an old one that should have been replaced because it was a little
small. I
hadn’t bothered since I just used it for PE. I would really be on
display.
A
common theme throughout this week is that I could have always refused.
Somehow it never seemed to be a serious option. I had already said that
I would
do what ever Chuck did. Why wasn’t Chuck objecting? Didn’t he
understand how
embarrassing a jock was? I think I would rather have my Mother see me
nude than
in just a jock; they are just so silly looking. But Chuck was just
acting
bored. This wouldn’t be just a flash like his “bonus”, but his butt
would be
almost completely bare and his little balls and 1 inch dick would be
apparent
to his whole family. He didn’t say a word.
I
thought I could hint at my discomfort to Chuck’s Mom and perhaps she
would offer me an out. I did get a chance to talk to her while we were
cleaning
up and preparing snacks, but that possible escape vanished quickly. She
was
extremely happy with the whole idea. She thought seeing us in just our
jocks
would be “darling” and the highlight of the week for the girls. She
also said “And
it solves one of your problems”. How did it solve my problem? “Well you
expressed reservations about your dancing ability and it occurred to me
that in
your PE gear I could mix in some exercises and aerobics which you would
be more
comfortable with. Another win-win for us all.” It didn’t feel like a
win.
Later,
when Chuck and I were changing up in his room, I tried to hint
that dancing in your jock in front of your family would be embarrassing
and
said that I probably couldn’t do it in front of mine. Chuck just
smiled. He
said that he wasn’t worried about the jocks at all because “Nobody is
going to
be looking at me”. He said “Everybody wants to see you undressed.
You’ve got
the nicer body and aren’t related to them. When they see the jock and
see how
big your dick and balls look, they won’t even remember I’m there. I
could take
a break and go play video games and they wouldn’t even notice. And it
doesn’t
bother me at all. I get the money I need and you get the attention. It
couldn’t
have worked out better.”
Before
I could respond, Chuck’s Mom knocked and entered. She smiled when
she saw us in our PE gear and said we looked cute. (Cute … yuck) She
wanted to
make sure that Chuck knew that she was directing the routine and that
she was
going to include some exercises. Chuck complained that he would get
tired and
she told him to take a break whenever he needed to. Chuck gave me a big
smirk
which said “See, they don’t care whether I’m there or not. “ When she
left, he
said “I think we’ll go for the bonus after all. I could use a few extra
bucks.”
I pointed out that our butts would already be on display so he couldn’t
flash
his for a bonus. He said “I’ll think of something, just follow my
lead.” I said
“Maybe”.
Chapter
4
We all
gathered down in the rec room and had our snacks although I had
little appetite. We watched some more stripper videos and I tried to
pay
attention to how the men danced. I felt like the girls were constantly
watching
me, even trying to look up the wide legs of my gym shorts. Everyone was
eager
to get started (or get it over with) so they set up for the show. The
brought
out a large exercise mat as our “stage” and positioned it 6-8 feet from
where
they were sitting. The girls were on cushions in the center. Gram was
to their
left in her chair doing her crocheting as usual. The Moms were on a
sofa on the
other side although Chuck’s Mom was balanced on the arm so she could
direct the
action. They left the stripper video on in the background for
inspiration and
had Aunt Ev working the remote on the stereo to skip between slow music
and
livelier tracks when they wanted to see us exercise or move faster.
Chuck
and I were barefoot so all we had to remove were our t-shirts and
shorts. That’s why Chuck’s Mom wanted the slow tease. She started us
out just
slowly swaying to the music then turning so they got a good look at our
bodies.
There was a constant stream of cheering, catcalls, and comments on what
they
were seeing. I’m sure they were saying nice things about Chuck but I
just
concentrated on what they were saying about me. I noticed right away
that the
comments were overwhelmingly positive. I think many girls in this
situation
would be inclined to tease the boy. I believe Claire and Linda had been
well
coached. Something like “If you want our fun to continue, make sure
this is fun
for Jeff”. There was some teasing but it was pretty good natured and
always
followed by a compliment.
The
moms were positive too. Chuck’s Mom said how much she liked looking
at a boy’s legs and these short gym shorts really showed mine off. Aunt
Ev said
she thought my legs were as sexy as any she had seen on a boy. When we
switched
sides, Gram said “I see what you mean about the legs but those cute
buns moving
around in those little shorts really get me going. Gram’s preoccupation
with
the male posterior was well established. The girls were more interested
in my
arms and chest since the t-shirt was a little tight. Sure I was being
manipulated, my ego was being fed. It was working though.
When
she switched to exercises, she did not make it very strenuous. I
had never heard of a few of them and the girls had to get up and
demonstrate,
giggling all the time. Then she slowed it down again and had us start
teasing
by lifting our shirts, first from the back then the front, a little
higher each
time. Finally it was time to slowly pull the t-shirts off. If anything,
the
cheering and screaming increased. Lots of comments of how hot we looked
in our
little shorts and suggestions that we wear those around the house from
now on. Now
Chuck’s Mom had us moving more trying to get us to break a sweat she
said. Chuck
started to take short breaks but I was starting to enjoy myself. I
would bend
over or shake my butt in front of Gram for example. I admit that I
started
showing off a bit and they were encouraging me. They would position me
so they
could watch the exercises from the rear or from the side. My audience
was
really enjoying themselves and I was cooperating.
Eventually
though, Chuck’s Mom said that it was about time for us to
give our fans what they wanted and model those supporters for them. She
had us
tease at first: lifting the legs of the shorts as high as we could,
lowering
the front to the top of the pouch, and lowering the back to the start
of our
cracks. All too soon she said “It’s about time for the grand unveiling.
Decide
which way you want to be facing when the shorts first come off.”
Chuck
and I looked at each other and seemed to both reach the conclusion
that we wanted delay to revealing of our bare butts as long as
possible, so we
faced forward. I was positioned pretty much in front of the girls and
Chuck was
over toward Gram. Aunt Ev switched to some very slow music and Chuck’s
Mom said
“Now slowly dance back a couple steps, then grasp the waistband of the
shorts
and start lowering them. No more teasing. Lower them to the floor, step
out of
them and step forward to the front edge of the mat. Keep your arms up
and out
so you don’t block our view.”
When I
straightened up and stepped forward as close to the girls as I
could get and stay on the mat, the noise level suddenly dropped, which
surprised me. Then I heard Linda say “Whoa”. Aunt Ev added “ Wasn’t
expecting
that.” I then looked down at myself and saw what they saw. My scrotum
was
packed in and pretty much filled the entire pouch of my too small jock.
This
forced my penis up and out. It protruded at least an inch and, since I
am
circumcised, the entire head was clearly outlined as it tried to
penetrate the
thin mesh fabric.
I don’t
blush easily but I felt a hot flush run down my whole body. The
girls were hugging each other and bouncing up and down as they
screamed, then
leaned forward for as close a view as possible. Even Chuck had to laugh
when he
looked over to see what was going on. I wasn’t sure what to do. Should
I turn
around or reach down and try to adjust myself? But before I could do
anything,
Chuck’s Mom’s voice penetrated my brain: “It’s OK Sweetie. We weren’t
expecting
it but we all really love what we‘re seeing. Just stay as you are for a
bit and
let us enjoy it.” So I did.
After
moving down so Gram could see what the fuss was about, Chuck’s Mom
had us bounce around a bit so our pouches would bounce too. Nothing
moved much
so the outline of my dick was still pronounced. Gram then said “ Isn’t
it about
time for you to show me those cute buns of yours?” Chuck’s Mom said “
Yes boys,
time to turn around and show us those cute little bare bottoms.”
Everyone
really laughed at our bare butts outlined by the straps of the jock. We
then
did some faster dancing and more exercises. I’d never worked out in
just a jock
before and it felt weird but was certainly a hit with the audience. I
was
starting to relax and enjoy the attention again.
The
girls then asked what we were going to do for a bonus. Gram said she’d
like a better view of our rear ends, without having the straps in the
way. I
was afraid Chuck was going pull down his jock, but instead he pulled
the
waistband a little higher then grabbed the straps and pulled them aside
leaving
his whole butt on display. After Chuck moved down I did the display for
Gram.
She said “Oh my, I would love to get my hands on that.” Her daughters
said “Mother,
he’s only 13”. Gram replied “ I don’t mean anything really dirty. I’d
just like
to pat it and squeeze it.” The girls said “ How about spank it?” and
Gram
replied “That might be fun but I really like just rubbing a boy’s bare
behind.”
I
thought we were done but after we switched places again, Chuck faced
forward, grabbed the waistband of his jock and lowered it just below
the base
of his penis. When I did the same in front of the girls, it got quieter
again
for a moment. I wondered what I’d done now when Linda said “He’s got
hair!” I
had forgotten that Chuck was still pretty hairless so they were
surprised at
mine which is getting pretty thick. “And he has a really fat one!”,
Claire
added. When I looked down I realized I had lowered mine bit more than I
thought
and almost an inch of my dick was visible. It was easily twice as thick
as
Chuck’s. His Mom reminded the girls that men come in a range of sizes
and boys
our age are in various stages of development, just like girls developed
breasts, grew hair, and got their periods at different times. After
that, it
all seemed kind of anticlimactic and the show wound down to a halt.
Chapter
5
I want
to conclude this account of Monday’s activities with two items:
an observation which I found interesting and a situation which
concluded the
day.
I
should first note that Chuck’s family was quite physically
affectionate. They were huggers and kissers. They hugged and kissed
when they
said good bye and hugged each other good night. Now I hug my Mom quite
often
and even my sister from time to time. I got hugs and kisses of
congratulations
after athletic events. But Chuck and Claire give their Mom a big hug
and peck
on the lips when she drops them off at school and don’t seem to care
who is
watching. On Sunday, I was offered the opportunity to participate in
the good
night hug around where everybody hugs everybody. I got a nice hug from
Chuck’s
Mom and an even warmer one and kiss on the cheek from Aunt Ev. The hugs
with
the girls were kind of awkward but ok. That was really the only
touching I’d
had.
That
changed on Monday. After our performance, I had pulled my gym
shorts back on. That earned me some “Awwws” and “Booos” from the girls
so I
left my t-shirt off while we did the cleanup chores. After the work was
done,
Chuck disappeared, but the rest of us stood and sat around the kitchen
for some
time, chatting about various things. I quickly noticed that anyone
standing or
sitting near me touched me as they spoke to me. They weren’t groping me
or
anything, just a hand placed on my forearm or leg or perhaps rubbing my
upper
arm as they spoke. I don’t know if it was all the exposed skin (still
just in
my gym shorts) or just a change in attitude after the stripping. They
also no
longer maintained eye contact as they spoke, but often scanned my body
during
the conversation.
At one
point, the girls were having a disagreement about something. As
the dispute went on, Aunt Ev said “Are you girls planning on settling
this with
a tug of war”? Everyone laughed. Each girl had one of my hands gripped
in both
of theirs. It was true for the adults as well. When I asked Aunt Ev
about the
status of the renovations on her place, she sat down by me, placed her
hand on
my knee, and launched into a long rant about the contractor. During the
whole
talk, she rubbed and massaged my upper leg from my knee to the hem on
the leg
of my gym shorts. Chuck’s Mom finally said “Sis, are you feeling up my
houseguest?”
When we
finally called it a night, the hugs were warmer and extended. The
girls pressed their bodies against mine, thanked me for being such a
good sport
and hoped we could all play some more later in the week. Chuck’s Mom
gave me a
big hug and kiss on the cheek, then held me by the shoulders as she
told me how
proud she was and how brave I was. She was just so happy that she
decided to
help my parents out, etc. Sure, she was still working me. She ended
with
another big hug and kiss on cheek, then as she pulled away, she leaned
in and
gave me a peck on the lips. She said she had always kissed her kids
that way
and hoped I didn’t mind. Not me, I’m Mr Cooperative. Aunt Ev gave me a
big hug
and rubbed her hands up and down my bare back finally sliding one hand
down and
cupped my ass. She rubbed and squeezed my butt through the thin
material of my
gym shorts, then leaned back and looked into my eyes to see if I dared
object. When
I did not, she patted my rear a couple times, gave me a kiss on the
cheek, and
said good night.
When I
got to Chuck’s room, I kind of wanted to talk about the whole
stripping experience, but Chuck was only interested in where he was
going spend
his money and order his game. As I pulled off my clothes to change into
the
boxers and t-shirt I slept in, the whole dancing, exposure,
embarrassment,
attention, comments, and touching suddenly came rushing into my mind
and I got
the biggest and hardest erection of my life. Up until this point, I had
kept it
under control and had not gotten completely hard, but now I was so hard
it
actually hurt. I had my back to Chuck so quickly pulled on my boxers.
It was
still plainly visible though so I jumped into bed and covered myself up
to my
waist.
I knew
right away that this was not going to go away and I could never
get to sleep like that. I was going to have to jerk off. There seemed
no easy
way to get past Chuck’s bed to the door so I would have to wait until
he fell
asleep. That took a while and by the time he was under, the adults came
to bed
after watching their videos (I assumed). Chuck’s Mom and Gram had their
own
bathrooms but I had to wait for Aunt Ev to finish with ours. Finally, I
was
able to quietly make my way to the bathroom and relieve myself. My dick
was so
hard it was pointing almost straight up. I had trouble aiming it like
that so
made a bit of a mess and spent some time finding some rags and sponges
to clean
everything up. I was still not completely soft when I left the bathroom
and
almost ran into Chuck’s Mom who was standing just a few feet from the
door.
She
said that she had heard me and was afraid I had gotten sick from
some of the snacks. Then she gave me a smile which said she knew
exactly what I
had been doing, glanced down at the bulge which still remained in my
boxers,
and said she was happy that I was feeling good about the experience.
She
reminded me that she said that this could be a win-win for everybody,
then gave
me another knowing smile and went to bed. When I returned to the room,
I dozed
fitfully for an hour or so, often waking to memories of her smile and
the
events of that evening. I ended up heading down to masturbate once
more. Fortunately,
no one was in the hallway when I came out that time.
Then it
all changed again.
(The End)